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As the battle raged on, Zion found himself panting heavily, his body bearing numerous wounds from the ongoing struggle. Despite his injuries, he fought on with determination, his sword clashing against the man's with a resounding clang. The man, equally battered and bruised, wore a twisted grin that spoke of his enjoyment in the midst of combat. His eyes gleamed with a hint of madness as he reveled in the fight, seemingly unfazed by his own injuries.

The air crackled with tension as the two adversaries clashed, each blow echoing through the clearing. Zion's movements were fueled by a mix of adrenaline and desperation, his mind racing to find a way to turn the tide in his favor. The man, on the other hand, seemed to relish the chaos, his movements fluid and precise despite his wounds.

Despite the intensity of the battle, Zion's focus remained unwavering. Every strike, every parry, and every dodge was calculated as he searched for an opening to gain the upper hand. The man, however, was